I write and I write to my
Demise,
These blood filled eyes
Witness pain inside
Bitter trails left behind
To who can I confide?
When my questions are answered yet
Ignored by myself.
I write and I write to my
Demise,
These blood filled eyes
Witness pain inside
Bitter trails left behind
To who can I confide?
When my questions are answered yet
Ignored by myself.